Be Silenced (Marvel Long One-shot)

As always @theblueprintshawty makes the best one shots

Five's a Crowd

Summary: (Requested by @maximeevansblog) The reader and Chris' 2 Year Aniversary is coming up, and both have suprises in store.

Pairing: Chris Evans x female!reader, (platonic) Scott Evans x female!reader

Warnings: Cursing I think thats it.

Word Count: 1147

A/N: This writing wasn't gender neutral, obviously, but I still hope you enjoyed it. Don't be afraid to request, my asks should be open and you can obviously be anonymous about it! You can also DM me request. Feel free to check out my other writings too! Hope you enjoy this. <3

You clapped your hands startling Scott, some leftover flour flying into your face causing you to blow it out of your mouth. Scott shook his head going back to scrolling on Instagram but not before commenting.

"Idiot." this prompted you to chuck the spoon you have been previously using at his head. You untied the apron, that really didn't help, from around your waist and began cleaning up. Although, checking the time caused for you to halt all your actions and panic.

"Okay listen up Ass-Wipe..." Scott took a second to look up as if he didn't know you were talking to him but when he saw your glare he paid full attention.

"Since you apparently couldn't go anywhere today I need you to clean up, keep an eye on the cake and put the icing on it for me," Scott went to protest but you put up a finger shaking it.

"You've been distracting me all night and your brother is going to be home in about 20 minutes, and hell I need to get ready. So don't complain!" You began to leave the room going to get dressed.

You clapped your hands startling Scott, some leftover flour flying into your face causing you to blow it out of your face. Scott shook his head going back to scrolling on Instagram but not before commenting.

The 20 minutes felt like 5 minutes as you heard Dodger running to the front door. Your breath hitched as you looked in the mirror at yourself. Flattening your dress and making sure there were no stray hairs you walked downstairs to where you had the table set up.

"Hey bud, where's mommy?" He asked this walking into the room that you stood in. His eyes scanned up your body to your face and he smiled at you in the set up scenery. You attempted at a slightly fancy dinner but gave up half-way because Scott had been bugging you all night. So in your shared dining room replacing where the chairs once were was a picnic blanket sat on the floor. There was an assortment of food but what caught Chris' eye the most was the menorah that rested in the middle.

"Why is there a menorah?"

"I wanted the closest thing to 'candlelit' without burning down the house, you get what you get and you don't get upset. Come sit with me my love," You flopped down on the blanket and Dodger ran to you first Chris chuckling and joined you next. You pet Dodger as he gave you kisses and you handed a plate to Chris. You held up your hand at him.

"Please refrain from dirtying the dishes I would like to spend my whole 2 year anniversary dinner with you," You joked as he rolled his eyes and smiled at you. In retaliation he went to the chicken parm first placing it on the plate and you glared grabbing your own plate. You both began to eat talking and reflecting on your previous years.

"Yeah and I thought you were gonna propose and I was scared only for how Dodger would react," You laughed from your place on the floor next to Chris. You both had finished most of the food just laying down and looking at the ceiling, granted you had a projector set up with fake stars displayed so you weren't just staring at emptiness. Chris laughed pulling you closer and you rested your head on his chest feeling his chest rise as he laughed.

"Each time I think he's trying to steal my girl," He glanced down at Dodger who rested near both of your feet sleeping. You chuckled reaching down a bit to pet the sleeping dog in question, giving a stern but joking look to Chris.

"You might be right. If you don't propose soon he might take the chance to," You laughed turning back to Dodger and Chris chuckled a bit just staring at you both now with a proud smile. You glanced at your phone though as it began to vibrate a string of texts from Scott saying the cake was ready. You grabbed your phone and turned to Chris with a smile. You started to get up and pecked his lips heading to the kitchen.

"I'll be back." You rushed into the kitchen running into Scott. When he laid his eyes on you he jumped up and down giddily handing the cake to you. You smiled a thanks adrenaline rushing through you as you opened the door backwards.

"I have a surprise! So, the cake might taste bad but it came from the heart so-" Your words stopped as quickly as they started as your eyes laid upon Chris on one knee. Mouth agape and almost dropping the cake you quickly placed it down gulping, knowing your answer even before he was about to speak.

"Y/n I've loved you since the day I met you and that was obvious with the way I failed to take my eyes off of you. These past two years have helped reinforce the idea that this was the perfect decision. I'm ready if you are to not only end something, but start something beautiful. So, Y/n Y/l/n, instead of being my wonderful and beautiful girlfriend...will you be my wonderful and beautiful wife?" You moved closer with each of his words and you stood above him frozen for a second.

"Just wonderful and beautiful?" You both laughed and you quickly nodded your head pulling him up and into a kiss letting him put the ring on your finger. You pulled away from the kiss and smiled chuckling.

"I don't mean to one-up your surprise but I also have something," You turned around with the cake in hand and put it on full display. He turned his head in confusion and furrowed brows.

"I'm Pregant?" You huffed and yelled out of frustration, "Damn you Scott!"

"I knew I should've googled it!" He yells mostly to himself from the kitchen. Chris just laughed at the both of you placing the cake down and peppering your face with kisses. He kneeled down, just like before, and kissed your belly. He looked up at you with the brightest smile on his face.

"I can't wait to start our family." Dodger was jumping up at you causing you to sit on the floor with Chris and him. You pulled both of them in a hug.

"You two are just the cutest, I can't wait to be in this family too," Scott said with a mouthful and tried to join the hug but you held up a hand still hugging your two boys.

"No, you ruined my cake...and five's a crowd asshole."

Quadrabble #2 || b.b

A 500 word drabble for Bucky Barnes x fem!reader.

Summary: The men are educated on period cramps and the pain you endure each month.

Warnings: 18+ only, period, mention of sex

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“Guys, we’ve got a problem.” Bruce was pacing in front of his laboratory screens as he called over the comms to the team. “Y/n’s been hurt, we need to locate her and get her extracted.”

You frowned as you heard your name and you looked over at Sam who was just as confused. The fight had barely even worked up a sweat before you had beaten them back with the help of Sam. The two of you had then focused on getting the civilians to safety while Bucky and the rest of the team were rounding the bad guys up.

“Are you hurt?” He asked as ran his hands over your suit.

“I’m fine.” You reassured him before hitting your comms button. “I’m fine, Dr Banner.”

“Are you sure? I’ve rechecked your suit and the readings are still showing you’re in a lot of pain.” You could see Sam’s worry increasing and turned to find Bucky had sprinted over from where he had been separated from you, concern etching deep lines in his forehead. “I don’t even know how you are still on your feet in all honesty. I’ve seen heart attacks cause smaller readings than this.”

Bucky copied Sam and felt over the new suit that held more technology than was necessary, but came away with nothing. There wasn’t even any winces as he squeezed the normal culprits like bruised and broken ribs. Pressing his comms, your boyfriend’s gruff voice filled everyone’s earpieces, “Banner, you’re giving me a heart attack. She’s perfec- what was that?”

Your hand came to rest on your abdomen and you took a deep breath as you tried to stop another grimace at the pain. “It’s fine, let’s just go.”

“Stop lying.” Sam frowned as he saw your eyebrows pinch together in pain. “Doc, you’re right.”

“I’m sending medics now.”

“Just stop!” You shouted at the three of them and their overprotectiveness. “It’s just fucking period cramps for Christ’s sake.”

“Banner, didn’t you say her readings were bigger than a heart attack?” Bucky asked after he sighed with relief at the news.

“They still are.”

“Does that mean a heart attack isn’t that bad?” Sam asked and you punched him on the arm.

“No, Sam, period cramps are just that bad.”

Bucky and Sam turned to you with a newfound respect and you scoffed before making your way back into the action.

“Fuck I love her but she should be resting at home.” Bucky complained to Sam not realising he hadn’t turned his mic off. “Why would she come if she was in pain?”

You looked back over your shoulder and reminded him. “Because that’s what heroes do. Now, stop gossiping and let’s finish this.”

They rushed to catch up with you as Bucky began listing off how he was going to take care of you when you got home. He covered everything from a heat pack and movie to shower sex before you clamped a hand over his mouth. “You’re still on comms.”

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My Atlantis, We Fall

PAIRING: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x F1 Driver!Reader

SUMMARY: To the few who knew about your relationship, you were Jake’s muse, the woman he was eagerly awaiting to make his wife in a couple of months, with whom he dreamed of building a life by your side – but everything falls to the ground when he receives the most devastating news of his life, you have been in a terrible accident in the Italian Grand Prix.

CHARACTERS:Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, Natasha “Phoenix” Trace, Robert “Bob” Floyd, Reuben “Payback” Fitch, Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia, Javy “Coyote” Machado, Bernie “Hondo” Coleman, Beau “Cyclone” Simpson.

WORD COUNT: 7.4k

WARNINGS: Angst!! Graphic mentions of a car accident and the aftermath. Mentions of death. Secret relationship. Unspecified age gap. Mildly inspired by the accident between Lewis Hamilton and Max Verstappen at the 2021 Italian Grand Prix. I love tearing characters apart just for the sake of it.

A/N: I love being self-indulgent so this was born, partly because I believe Jake would love someone who’s as adrenaline driven as he is, partly because I’m missing Jules Bianchi. I don’t know if anyone will read this, but even if you don’t watch Formula One, it’s still easy to understand, and there are brief mentions of some real-life drivers, you can look them up or consider them as Original Male Characters. Fun fact: while I was finishing this, I had to rush to the hospital because my brother cut his chin and needed some stitches.

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Mob!Henry x Reader Mini-Series Masterlist (COMPLETED)

Plot:  The one where we get a sneak peek of different moments of the life of Henry Cavill, the head of the biggest and oldest mob in Europe. And the woman who owns his heart.

[A/N: This is not a chronological series. We are basically seeing glimpses (one shots) of what it’s like to be Henry’s little mobwife.]

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Thena x Autistic reader?? Reader has bad memory, talks at bad times and has tics? Tics that are like random head movements and saying things randomly? Sorry, just tryna make it so I can relate to it if you do end up writing it🏋️‍♀️

Hey! So I’m going to try my best at writing this, but I’ve never done Thena or an autistic reader, nor am I autistic, so if any of this is offensive, I really apologize and please call me out on it!

But here it is! Hope you enjoy it @whyisgam0raa

Let it be Known

Pairing: Thena x autistic! Reader

Warnings: protective Thena, mean Ikaris, overall pretty fluffy

Summary: Thena is very protective over you

You were a part of the Eternals, you could control water and ice. Most of the team liked you, most being everyone but Ikaris, he had something against you, and you weren’t sure what.

One day during a meeting with the team about a problem with the humans, that day your tics were really bad, possibly due to stress from the problem. Your head would make random movements while others were talking, you could tell it was making some people a little annoyed, mainly Ikaris, which made you a little embarrassed but Thena smiling at you from across the table when she saw you were, made that feeling go away.

Ikaris was in the middle of proposing what he thought the solution to the problem was when you blurted out, “the blue on your suit is made from Woad, Isatis tinctoria.” Your hand flew to cover your mouth, knowing Ikaris absolutely hated when you would blurt stuff out at the wrong time due to your tics. He glared at you, and you mumbled an apology. “You know what? Why are you even on this team?!? It’s obvious that your autism is affecting the productivity of this team and you really shouldn’t be on it! Those stupid tics of yours are just causing more problems!” Ikaris was full on yelling at you, but it was just making your head jolt more and more.

Thena jumped up and summoned her sword and shield, “you better shut up now unless you want this in a really uncomfortable place.” He glared at Thena but backed down. You ran off and Thena ran after you, leaving Ikaris to get chewed out by the rest of the team.

“Hey, Y/N, it’s alright, come here,” she moved to comfort you. “Ikaris is just being mean and an ass, it’s not true, I promise.” “I like you, a lot,” you mentally face palmed yourself, why did it have to be at this moment you blurt out your biggest secret. “I’m so sorry,” you quickly stated as soon as you saw Thena’s confused face. “I don’t know why I said that, I mean it’s true, but like you obviously don’t like me back so I probably just ruined our friendship.” You were rambling, you both knew it.

To stop you, Thena leaned over and planted a kiss to your lips, you immediately kissed back. After a little, you both separated, “what was I saying,” you laughed, only half joking. “Oh, just that you’d love to go on a date with me this Friday.” She winked at you, and you blushed, “sounds good to me.”

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The Surrogate [pt.3]

Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: After months of peaceful living with Bucky he is called to arms as the fight with Thanos comes to Wakanda. Warnings: 18+ only, pregnancy, smut, labour, war WC: 3018 Set after Civil War, just before Infinity War and after End Game.

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The hospital bed was shaking as Natasha’s nervousness left her leg bouncing and you looked to Clint to try calm her but he was too busy enjoying the rare sight. He was poised against the wall with one leg bent behind him as he scratched at the empty spot that was usually taken up by his ankle bracelet. Finally, the sonographer entered the room and Nat’s head shot up from where she had been watching your stomach move under her hand.

There was no waiting around or polite small talk as she squirted the gel onto your stomach, everyone in Wakanda knew the longer Nat or Clint stayed in their country the higher risk of getting caught. No one wanted to implicate the Wakandans so it was best to get the scan done quickly so everyone could disperse back across the globe. Everyone except you.

“Measurements look great, everything looks to be growing at the right rate.” Dr N’Yana smiled as she took a rare look away from the screen. “Were you wanting to know the gender?”

“Please!” Nat begged as she leant even closer. “We have a bet.”

“It’s a girl.” You and Clint both reaffirmed as Natasha shook her head.

“Everything points to a boy.” She argued once again.

“Old wives tales don’t count.” You laughed, as you looked back at Dr N’Yana. “Put her out of her misery please.”

“Sorry, Miss Romanoff, she is definitely a girl.”

Natasha didn’t look disappointed at all at losing the bet, she was too busy wiping the tears of joy that filled her eyes. It didn’t matter that you had been feeling her kicks for over a week or that you had seen her sonogram at 12 weeks, it all suddenly seemed real now. A tissue was waved in front of your face and you realised you were also crying, Clint handing the tissues out to both you and Nat as he grinned at the news.

“Congrats, Nat.” You sniffed after blowing your nose. “I knew from those kicks she was going to be a mini you.”

Her arms wrapped around your neck as she quietly thanked you once again. The three of you were family, she never had to thank you for anything and you reminded her that as you cleaned the slimy gel off your stomach and accepted her hand to help you sit up.

“Things are getting pretty rough out there right now. I don’t know when we can stop in again next but no matter what, you call me the moment you think she’s coming.” She said as you walked her out to the jet, a new stack of images tucked close to her chest in a zippered pocket. “I can’t believe how much you are glowing. What I can’t tell is if it’s the pregnancy or Bucky and that vitamin D.”

“Shh…” You hissed as you looked around the public area. “It’s not like that, we don’t do that.”

“Wait. Seriously?” She asked as she skidded to a halt.

“No, I…we do other stuff, just not that.”

“You do realise there's a thing called a mucus plug that stops anything from getting up there, if that’s what you are worried about.”

“Oh god, I can’t have this conversation with you, or anyone for that matter.”

Clint’s laugh reminded you he was following a few feet behind and your face burned with embarrassment. “You’re gonna need it when it’s time to get that baby out.” He laughed. “I remember Laura going feral when she hit her due date, couldn’t get enough.”

“You do realise I will have to look Laura in the eye once all of this is over?” You grimaced. “I don’t need to hear this. Would you look at the time? Your flight’s set to take off.”

“I’m the pilot. It takes off when I say it does.” Nat laughed at your expense before sighing. “But you’re right, we should be heading off. There’s only so long Laura can wear the ankle monitor and replicate this dweebs movements.”

You were getting better with their goodbyes but you still felt a pang of hurt every time they left and this was no different. You gave them both a hug before Clint pulled the three of you all together and kissed your forehead before heading to the jet with a wave. Nat lingered a moment longer to press her hand to your belly one last time and you remembered what you had thought earlier.

“Can you tell Steve that he’s wrong about Bucky and he should visit next time?”

You could tell she was curious to ask what you were talking about but Clint had started the engines and so she just nodded in agreement and made her way to the ramp before he left without her.

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18 weeks later

You were gently brushing Bucky’s hair as he slept beside you, the long strands almost curling from how often you twirled them around your fingers. You barely slept these days, the weight of your pregnancy leaving you uncomfortable and unable to find a position to sleep in. Instead you spent the early hours laying face to face, watching him sleep as a breeze fluttered the curtain at the front door.

“You should be resting.” He murmured with his sleepy, gravelly voice.

“You go back to sleep baby, no point in both of us being tired today and my back hurts.” You replied softly, hoping he would go back to sleep but instead he climbed over the double mattress he had upgraded to months ago and began rubbing your back.

You sighed as his hand worked its magic and the soft sounds filling the room quickly left his cock growing hard between your thighs. There would be no going back to sleep for either of you until you could alleviate the pulsing ache between your legs and he hummed happily as you lifted your leg over his hip. The massage was forgotten as his hips rolled behind you, pushing his head through your folds to find your core wet and needy for him.

“God, always so ready for me aren’t you, doll?” He moaned in your ear between kissing your neck.

“Please, I need you, Buck.” You pleaded as he kept teasing you with his hips.

He shifted slightly behind you, the angle changing and when he rolled his hips his cock pressed into your dripping cunt, slowly filling you until you couldn’t possibly take any more. A high keen expelled as he stretched you and his own moan sent shivers down your spine while his fingers tightened their hold on your hips. Your patience ran out as you chased the release he could give you and you pushed yourself back against him and rolled your own hips, riding his cock and taking your own pleasure.

“That’s it, y/n, fuck, take what you need from me.”

His hand slipped over your hip and teased your clit, circling and rolling it to elicit the mewls you couldn’t hold back. His strong legs pushed you wider when your legs threatened close with ecstasy and his thrusts grew even harder, fucking you into oblivion as your body began to tremble around him. His growl ruptured the fragments of your mind and sent you over the edge, pussy gripping his cock and trying to keep him deep inside. You even whimpered when he pulled out and you missed the full feeling before you felt the heated splatters of his cum painting your lower back.

You went to climb out of bed and get cleaned up but he pressed you back into the mattress with a kiss and got out himself. You watched his silhouette make its way around the room and he came back with a cool washcloth and gently cleaned the mess he had made. When he was finished you were finally feeling relaxed enough to attempt to sleep again and he climbed back in behind you, arm hanging over your hip and already falling asleep.

When you woke again the room was bright and Bucky was missing from the bed. Fresh fruit and a glass of water was set on the bedside with a net over the top and smiled at the sweet thought as you picked at a slice of pawpaw. It wasn’t until you heard voices outside that you stopped snacking and pulled a flowing dress over your body to go and see who was visiting.

“T’Challa, what brings you out here?” You asked with a smile that was harder than normal to produce, the ache in your back only increasing as you got out of bed.

“You should be resting still.” Bucky sighed as he saw the pain in your features.

“This affects her too, white wolf, she should know.” T’Challa said before turning his attention to you. “We have a war coming, New York has already been attacked and Tony is missing.”

Your hands flew to your mouth as you thought of your old team mate and you pressed a hand to your forehead as your body suddenly felt too hot. A sweat broke on your brow as you tried to stop the tears that were building until you noticed a case sitting on the wagon of hay Bucky was unloading.

“What is that?” You asked as you touched the black and gold metal plates of the prosthetic arm. “How long have you had this?”

“Shuri built it in case he ever came out of retirement.” T’Challa answered without actually answering and a spark of anger ignited in your belly.

“You mean you knowingly kept that locked away when he could have been using it.”

“Y/n, it’s fine. I didn’t need it.” Bucky said as he grabbed your chin and turned your head to look at his sincerity.

You took a deep breath and blamed your irritability on the lack of sleep before nodding and apologising to the King, only for speaking to him the way you did not for what you said. You still thought they should have given him the arm as soon as it was made.

“Steve’s jet will be here within the hour, I suggest you find your way to the palace too, y/n, it’s not going to be safe out here when the battle begins.”

With that T’Challa turned and left with his Dora Milaje and you watched Bucky pull his shirt over his head and begin unwrapping the cloth he used to hide his stump where his arm was. You guided the top of the arm to his shoulder and felt a magnetic pull when it was a few inches away, the arm locking into place with the help of a mechanism and he rolled his arm, getting a feel for the new addition.

“I like the new colour scheme.” You ran your fingers along the plates and found his eyes watching you touch him. “I wonder what features it has.”

“You’re insatiable.” He shook his head with a rueful smile, looking at the King’s jet taking off back to the heart of the city. “When this is over we will figure that out, for now I need to get you to the palace. No arguments.”

He led you back inside to sit on the bed while he unlocked a trunk that had been stuffed in the corner for as long as you had been there. You watched curiously as he pulled out duffel bags and you heard the familiar rattle of guns inside one but the other was silent. He opened that first, pulling out his Winter Soldier gear that you had seen him wear in Germany.

“Does it scare you?” You asked as he held the leather vest up and shook out the dust that had gathered. “Wearing that again and fighting?”

“No.” He opened the weapons bag and began slotting the knives into the holders on the vest before looking up at you. “I have a reason to fight now and people to protect.”

You rose from the bed with a groan and made your way over to where he was dressing, buckling the many clips that crossed over his broad chest. Your fingers brushed his aside and you clipped him up before resting your palms over his leather clad chest.

“You be careful out there.” You ordered sternly. “I need you to come home to me.”

He dropped his forehead to yours, his hair creating a curtain to your own little world. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Bucky, but promise me.”

“I promise, now let’s go.”

The quinjet was just landing as you arrived at the landing pad and Natasha was first off the ramp, hands reaching for your stomach that had exploded since she last visited. Not even the video calls could really do justice to the size of your bump and she was absolutely stunned as she cradled it.

“Your mommy’s here, baby girl.” You smiled as she started kicking wildly before groaning as she hit your bladder. “Great, excuse me while I go to the toilet, again.”

“Want me to come?” Bucky asked as you clenched your teeth at the strain.

“No, no. You haven’t seen Steve in years, I’ll be back in a minute.” You reassured him and pushed him towards Steve who was stepping off the ramp.

You hadn’t gotten far inside the palace doors when the pressure inside you shifted and a torrent of liquid ran down your legs. You still felt the need to go for a pee and swore at the realisation that your waters had indeed broken as you leant against the wall for support.

“Ayo, please go and retrieve Natasha and James.” You heard T’Challa order and looked up to find his concerned eyes taking in the scene.

“Sorry about the floor.” You muttered but he just laughed.

“It is the least of our worries today.” He said before the hurried footsteps of Nat and Bucky reached you. “Shuri has had a room prepared for her already. Bast bless you with a safe delivery.”

“Kid’s got a real problem with timing.” You tried to joke as Bucky’s new arm wrapped around your waist and supported you as they led the way to the medical wing high up the palace floors.

“Unknown aircraft entering the atmosphere.” An alarm alerted from the speakers in the elevator and your anxiety spiked at the thought of your friends out on the battlefield.

“What are you doing here?” Shuri asked as she looked up from the surgery she was performing on Vision. “Now is not the time to go into labour.”

“Tell that to her.” You groaned as the pain in your back radiated to the front. “She missed that memo.”

“On the bed over there.” Shuri nodded with her chin. “I’ll watch over her, they need all the help they can get down there.”

Your eyes widened at the thought of giving birth alone and you reached out, taking one of their hands. “Finish the bastards quickly and get back here.”

Natasha nodded rigidly before seeing the spacecrafts cast shadows over the city and bent over your stomach to whisper in her native tongue before kissing your forehead. “Stay safe.”

She disappeared from the room without looking back and you turned to Bucky. “What did she say?”

“Your momma will always be with you and she loves you.” He said after a moment's pause, wondering if he should tell you. “I know, I’ll keep an eye out for her.”

You smiled as he read your mind and pulled him closer by the buckles on his vest so you could kiss him. “Watch out for yourself too, don’t get all selfless and killed because I fucking love you, James. And I kinda need you if we want a baby of our own, remember?”

“Oh, I remember.” He smirked against your lips before pulling away. “I’ll be back before you know it. I love you.”

You watched his purposeful gait as he left the room and wondered how even posed for war with aliens he could look so sexy.

“You really thinking about another baby when you haven’t even given birth?” Shuri laughed. “Crazy.”

“It’s not too bad right now.”

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“Fuuuuuck!” You screamed as another contraction ripped through your abdomen. “Shuri!”

“Breathe, y/n, you are doing great.” She said from the other side of the room where she was still performing the surgery and muttering under her breath. “Yelling is not making me go any faster.”

“I heard that.”

“Sorry!”

You relaxed as the contraction eased off and lifted your head to see the chaos out the glass windows, instantly regretting your decision. Wanda had been helping take the pain away and ease your mind but she had been needed on the battlefield and you were left without any pain relief and the contractions were coming hard and fast. A crash at the door pulled you away from your worry and a body was thrown across the room.

“Y/n! Get to that room.” Shuri pointed to a door close by and you pulled yourself off the bed and shuffled as quickly as you could into the supply room.

You made it inside just before a hideous alien stepped in the main room and grappled with Shuri, the destruction only ending when Vis threw him and the alien out of the window to cascade down the palace wall. It was all too much, too much chaos, too much fighting, too much everything that you slid down the wall and curled up on the cool tile floor. There was nothing you could do except grit your teeth and cry as the contractions took your breath away and suffer alone.

Suddenly a wave of peace washed over you and the battle outside fell silent. Did that mean we won? You prayed that Bucky and Nat were safe, along with everyone else as a strange weightless feeling took over your body. Every nerve tingled oddly and you looked at your fingers as they began to crumble to dust that quickly spread across your skin.

“What the fu-“

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i’m back hehe :) how about a bit of friends to lovers with reader and bucky admitting their feelings to each other and growing into their relationship all while the team watches them fall deeper by the day? in a fluffy and soft mood tonight

Sorry it took so long, I spent so long trying to think of a scene for this to take place that I caused myself a writers block.

Not Enough || Bucky

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, kissing and touching, sexual tension and themes WC: 1.8k

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“I feel stupid.” You groaned as you tugged at your costume.

“I think it’s cute.” Bucky smirked and bopped you on your nose that was painted pink.

You wrinkled it up both in irritation at him and the costume he chose. The leotard rode up in all the worst places and the fishnet stockings were the cheap kind that dug into your skin rather than stretching over it. Whoever at the costume shop helped him pick the playboy bunny get-up should be forced to endure it as long as you did.

“You think it’s cute because you chose it. I mean look, you can see my ass.”

“I know, it’s great.” He nodded as he licked lips.

“Everyone is going to see my ass. Oh, maybe I’ll wag my little tail and finally get to bring a bed buddy home.” You pointed out and suddenly the costume was his enemy.

“Strip now.” He ordered without a hint of humour in his tone.

“Uh-uh, you chose this Bucky. And I am going to wear the shit out of it.”

Ever since Wanda let slip that Bucky liked you more than just friends, you had been trying to get him to admit it, because the truth was you were desperately, hopelessly, head over heels for him. Unfortunately, aside from a few moments like this, he never showed any sign of liking you as anything but his friend. Picking up your clutch from the table, you began to make your way to the door only for Bucky’s body to block it.

“Please, y/n.” He begged. “Here, at least wear this.”

He pulled his cape off his shoulders and draped it over yours, the hem of it almost touching the floor. It literally covered you from head to toe and you placed your hand on your hip as he tied the bow at your neck.

“Why do you care so much if people see my assets huh?” You asked with a bit of attitude. “Do you have something to confess?”

He winced as he bit his lip, something that wouldn’t hurt him any other day but the porcelain vampire teeth he wore pierced his lip. “Wha-what, no.”

Your eyebrows shot up at his scoff and your hand rose to your lips as you realised Wanda was right. He was totally lying to you and he should’ve known better.

“James Buchanan Barnes, you did not just lie to your best friend!” You gasped and turned away so he couldn’t see your smile growing. “How could you?”

Your shoulders trembled as you stifled your giddy laugh but he heard the soft sounds and thought they were tears. “I’m sorry, doll, I didn’t mean to make you cry. Don’t cry.”

“I thought we promised to tell each other everything.” You reminded him.

“What do you want me to say, doll?” He asked quietly in your ear, his chest pressed against your back as his arms wrapped around your waist. “That I’ll be jealous of anyone who gets to feel you wrapped around them? That I’ll be fucking jealous because I want you all to myself? If I say that then we can’t be friends anymore.”

“Why not?” You asked barely above a whisper.

“Because it will never be enough.”

You turned in his arms and wrapped your arms around his neck, something you had done plenty of times before but this was the first time there was an air of insecurity around both of you. “I want you to say all those things.”

His blue eyes widened and the sharp points of his teeth peeked through as a small smile tipped up his lips. “Yeah? You want to hear how jealous I get when I see guys checking you out?”

“I really do.” You nodded as you drew your bottom lip between your teeth.

“It takes every ounce of my control not to throw you over my shoulder and lock you in my room.” He said, fire igniting in his eyes at the thought. “Keep you all to myself.”

A soft moan escaped your lips at the thought and you tugged the short hair that your fingers were running through. All thought of consequence was gone as you pulled his head towards yours and he put up no resistance. His kiss started soft as he brushed his lips against yours but soon he groaned at the taste and pulled you in deeper until you pulled away with a hiss.

“Ouch.” You chuckled as you touched your lip that had been pierced by the teeth he wore. “Those are dangerous.”

His fingers were already reaching to pull them off but you stopped him. “We still have to go to Tony’s birthday party, remember?”

“Fuck.” He groaned and pressed his palm to his jeans. “You live to torture me.”

You turned around as you removed the cape and wiggled the fluffy bunnies tail, looking over your shoulder innocently. “This is torture? Oh dear, just wait until we get downstairs.”

His eyes were still fixed firmly on your ass that was moving away from him and you made it out the door before his brain caught up. Your laugh echoed the halls as you raced away to the elevator and you smashed at the button as his footsteps caught up.

“You’re gonna pay for that later, doll.” He promised as the door opened you he stepped in before it closed.

His body trapped you in the corner and you were surrounded by his endless reflections in the mirrored walls. Your chest was hammering with anticipation and the rise and fall of your breasts pushed up by the costume left him breathless. He was careful of his teeth as he placed kisses along your neck, lightly grazing the sharp points over your racing pulse and you combed your fingers through his hair with a heady moan. “I can’t wait.”

The doors suddenly opened to the floor of the party and you caught Wanda and half of the crowd watching you and Bucky untangle yourselves.

“I don’t like this.” Tony said as he pointed between the two of you. “This is my party and I don’t like sharing the spotlight.”

You sighed as you heard the laugh in his voice before he threw his arm around you and pulled you away from Bucky. “So why was I the last to find out about this? Love the costume by the way, it reminds me of my favourite decade.”

“Thank Bucky, he chose it.” You snickered as you looked around and found him brooding in the corner as he watched you walk away from him. “Wow Pepper looks amazing, wait, is that someone hitting on her?”

Tony’s head shot around looking for his girlfriend and you slipped out from under his arm as he left in search of her. Shaking your head you made your way to Bucky, stopping only at the bar and ordering his favourite drink before continuing. A few men tried to talk to you but you only had eyes for one and ducked out of the others paths.

“What’s Baby doing in the corner?” You teased as you held his glass out to him.

He chuckled as he took the peace offering and tried to take a drink. He couldn’t quite get his lips around it because of the vampire teeth and a drop of scotch clung to his full bottom lip. Unable to resist, you rose up on your toes, tongue rolling across the droplet and gathering it as you shared the taste of it on his tongue.

“People are staring.” He murmured against your lips as his hands pulled your hips closer to him.

“Let them stare.” You replied before taking his hand in yours and pulling away. “I want to dance.”

You weren’t sure why so many people were staring, most of them had seen the two of you dancing plenty of times before, then you realised you weren’t just dancing. You were drowning in the endless blue of his eyes, you were reliving every moment that led to this. You were remembering the many nights like this that led to Bucky carrying your drunk self to bed, or leaving painkillers and water on your bedside for when you woke. You were remembering all the times he had fed you or brought your gifts just because he thought they would make you smile and how every time you told him you loved him.

This wasn’t just dancing. This was the moment you realised you were falling in love.

You could hear their whispers and if you could then Bucky definitely could. Looking across the table you found his smirk growing as the gossip spread around the common room. His fingers traced over your wrist as your hand rested on the table top, his other hand stabbing food onto his fork before offering you a taste. It still surprised you that he could cook, you were sure he was secretly ordering the food and just putting it on plates but then you had spent an hour watching him shirtless in the kitchen, making the dish from scratch. Both the cook and the food were mouthwatering.

“I’m starting to think you like the attention.” You teased after finishing your mouthful.

“I can’t say I don’t enjoy the chaos it's caused.” He chuckled. “But there’s only one person whose attention I want.”

“Keep being all smooth like that and we won’t be going anywhere today.” You said as you stood and took the empty plate to the sink, stealing a kiss as you did. “But that is probably your plan. Are you scared?”

“Am I scared?” He scoffed.

“He’s petrified.” Wanda called out from the table her and Vision were sitting at.

“It’s not everyday I meet someone’s family for the first time.” He defended himself.

“Someone’s?” You cocked your eyebrow and he rolled his eyes.

“You know what I mean, my girlfriend's family.” He reiterated. “But I’m not scared.”

“Oh baby,” you sighed as you took a seat on his lap and tucked his hair behind his ears, “what have I said about lying to me…what am I going to do with you?”

“Please don’t ask him that again.” Wanda groaned as she tossed the rest of her half eaten bagel back on the plate and caught Vision’s confused face. “I’ll show you later.”

The couple left together and you just had to know what had left the Scarlet Witch with scarlet cheeks. The cocky look on Bucky’s face let you know it was something that would leave your legs trembling and you squirmed on his lap at the thought. His laugh teased your neck and he gently lifted you off his lap until you were standing beside him pouting. He rose from his chair after and kissed the pout away before draping his arm over your shoulder.

“I would love to show you, doll, but I have some very important people to meet. We should get going.”

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